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"No." Lu Yuan's tone was incredibly firm, without the slightest hesitation. "I will never abandon you, and no one can separate us."

Lu Qingxue smiled, her eyes crinkling like blooming flowers. She lowered her head contentedly and continued to eat her fried egg in small bites.

After Lu Qingxue finished eating, Lu Yuan escorted her upstairs to rest. Watching her lie on the bed, close her eyes, and gradually calm her breathing, he gently closed the door, turned around, and walked downstairs to the French windows in the living room. Gazing at the dark night sky outside, the gentleness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness and a sharp edge.

The text message on his phone kept replaying in his mind. Every word felt like a needle piercing his heart—the Kunlun Mountains, the source of the Earth's spiritual energy blockade, where those ancient cultivators who called themselves gods and had been lying dormant for ten thousand years had actually set their sights on his mother.

This proves that Mother's car accident was not an accident at all; and the Ye family's trouble-making was not merely for revenge. Mother, or rather, the Lu family's ancestors, must possess something those ancient cultivators desired. The Ye family in the capital was merely a tool they used to test and provoke him.

"It seems the Ye family of Beijing is just the beginning." Lu Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the window frame, leaving several shallow fingerprints on the solid wood. His tone was icy, carrying an undeniable killing intent. "Since they dared to hand me a knife, I'll break that knife first, then chop off the hands that hold it, one by one." "It seems the Ye family of Beijing is just the beginning." Lu Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the window frame, leaving several shallow fingerprints on the solid wood. His tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, his killing intent almost tangible. "They dared to use my mother's car accident as leverage, dared to bring people to my manor, dared to threaten Qingxue; they should have thought of their fate. Three days from now, the Ye family of Beijing, whether main branch or collateral, whether old, weak, women, or children, will not escape."

He raised his hand, and a wisp of golden spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips. The energy seemed weak, yet it carried a world-destroying pressure, causing the air currents to become turbulent. "Isn't the Ye family relying on Kunlun Mountain as their backer? Don't they think they can do whatever they want just because they have a half-step Earth Immortal? I'll show them that their so-called backer and so-called foundation are nothing but paper decorations in the face of absolute power."

A ruthless glint flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes, a resolute determination born from having his bottom line crossed—the revenge for his mother, the humiliation at the manor, the danger his sister faced—he would make the Ye family pay for each and every one of these a thousandfold. This wasn't revenge; it was reckoning, a way to make everyone who dared to provoke him or harm those he cared about pay the most devastating price.

The night wind blew in through the broken window, ruffling his clothes. The murderous intent in his eyes was as cold and piercing as the ice and snow of winter.

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The capital city, the headquarters of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals, a top-secret conference room 800 meters underground.

The place was brightly lit, yet filled with a suffocating atmosphere of oppression. On the huge screen, the final scene of the Ye family patriarch being smashed to pieces by the golden giant hand was frozen in time—that earth-shattering aura, even through the screen, made the seven elders present feel a chill run down their spines.

The conference room was deathly silent. No one spoke; only heavy, rapid breathing echoed in the empty space, sounding particularly jarring. Shock, apprehension, and a barely perceptible hint of panic were etched on everyone's face.

"Are they all mute?!"

The white-haired old man, seated at the head of the table, slammed the top-secret document he was holding onto the table with a loud "bang," shattering the silence of the conference room. His face was ashen, his eyes sharp as knives, sweeping over everyone present. His tone was filled with anger and dissatisfaction. "The information submitted by the Jiangnan branch says this kid is just a high school student who just finished the college entrance exam! Tell me, what high school student could kill a half-step Earth Immortal with a single slap?! What high school student could destroy three heavy attack helicopters with a casual wave of his hand?!"

The old man's voice grew louder and louder, his anger almost bursting forth. He had been in charge of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals for many years and had seen countless ancient martial arts masters and superhumans, but he had never seen such a terrifying existence—a young man who had just come of age, whose strength was terrifying to this extent. This was completely contrary to common sense and beyond their comprehension.

The one-eyed old man sitting on the left coughed lightly twice, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. His expression was equally solemn, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. He slowly spoke, "Chief, this kid's methods don't seem to be from the ancient martial arts world; they seem more like..."

He paused, seemingly considering his words, or perhaps wary of something. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice and said, word by word, "They're more like those old monsters from the Kunlun Mountains—those ancient cultivators who have been dormant for ten thousand years and call themselves gods."

The moment the words "ancient cultivators" were uttered, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly became even more oppressive. The faces of the elders paled further, and the apprehension in their eyes deepened. They all knew that the ancient cultivators of Kunlun Mountain possessed terrifying strength and eccentric temperaments, making them far beyond the capabilities of their Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals.

"Investigate! Investigate! Investigate everything about him!" The bureau chief rubbed his throbbing temples, his knuckles red from the effort. His tone was weary, yet carried an undeniable authority. "I've already had it investigated. His ancestors for three generations were all ordinary people, with no background in ancient martial arts or supernatural abilities. His mother died in a car accident a few days ago, and the perpetrator was none other than Ye Tiannan, that good-for-nothing from the Ye family—which is why Ye Tiannan led his men to Cloud Peak Manor seeking revenge."

At this point, the bureau chief sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "And what was the result? He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. Not only did he fail to get revenge, he also lost his own ancestor's life, pushing the entire Ye family into an abyss of no return."

An elderly man hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, his tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Chief, what should we do now? This kid's strength is terrifying. Keeping him alive will only make him a threat sooner or later. Should we use strategic weapons to eliminate him completely?"

"What the hell are you talking about!"

The bureau chief slammed his fist on the table, his anger blazing, his voice filled with helplessness and fury. "Using nuclear weapons in Jiangnan city? Do you want to destroy the entire Jiangnan region?! Besides, he can even instantly kill a half-step Earth Immortal. What use are conventional missiles against him? They'll only increase casualties and might even provoke his retaliation. In that case, he might turn the entire capital upside down!"

The director stood up and paced back and forth in the conference room, his brows furrowed and his expression extremely grave. He had been in charge of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals for many years, and had never felt so humiliated and powerless—facing a mere teenager, they didn't even have the courage to resist.

A moment later, the bureau chief stopped, his eyes hardening, and said in a deep voice, "Pass on my orders! The entire Jiangnan branch must retreat thirty kilometers. No one is allowed to provoke him, even if he flattens Jiangnan, no one is allowed to initiate any conflict!"

He paused, then added, "Also, send someone clever and smooth-talking to contact him, find out his background, and figure out his intentions. As long as he doesn't start a massacre or harm ordinary people, let him do whatever he wants; we won't interfere."

The one-eyed old man frowned, a hint of worry in his voice, which he unconsciously lowered: "Chief, this kid has already publicly declared that he'll come to the capital in three days to wipe out the entire Ye family! Are we really just going to stand by and watch? The Ye family is indeed despicable, but they are, after all, an old and powerful ancient martial arts family in the capital, with a vast and influential lineage. If they are completely wiped out, it will likely cause turmoil in the ancient martial arts world and create panic among other families. Then our Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals will be in a difficult position to handle!"

"Closing things up?" The bureau chief sneered, his tone full of mockery and impatience. "The Ye family, relying on the power of Kunlun Mountain, runs rampant in the capital, bullying the weak, disregarding human life, and even daring to secretly collude with ancient cultivators to interfere in secular affairs. We've wanted to deal with them for a long time, but we haven't found an opportunity because of Kunlun Mountain's influence. Now that this kid wants to wipe them out, it saves us the trouble. What reason do we have to stop him?"

He paused, his gaze growing even more profound: "Moreover, this kid's strength is something even the ancient cultivators of Kunlun Mountain have to be wary of. His attempt to destroy the Ye family is, frankly, a slap in the face to Kunlun Mountain. Those old monsters of Kunlun Mountain will never let this go unpunished. At that point, there will be a newly emerged peerless expert, an ancient cultivator force that has been dormant for ten thousand years, and the precarious Ye family—a three-way battle. We can sit back and watch them fight. Why not?"

"Turbulence? Panic?" The bureau chief sneered, his tone full of disdain. "The Ye family has been running rampant in Beijing all these years, relying on their background in Kunlun Mountain. They've overstepped their bounds, bullying the weak and committing all sorts of evil deeds. It's long overdue for someone to teach them a lesson. This kid wants to destroy the Ye family, perfect, saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

At this point, the bureau chief's eyes deepened, and a meaningful smile curved his lips: "Moreover, people in Kunlun Mountain probably can't sit still anymore. The Ye family was a pawn they pushed out, and now that the pawn has been crushed, they won't let it go easily."

"We don't need to do anything. We can just watch quietly and let them fight like dogs, until they both suffer heavy losses. Once they've fought enough, we can then reap the benefits. Wouldn't that be better?"

The seven elderly men in the conference room nodded in agreement, their worries gradually fading and replaced by understanding and calculation. They all knew the director was right; this was the best course of action—facing a terrifying force that even the Kunlun Mountains might fear, lying low and observing was the wisest choice.

Meanwhile, far away in Jiangnan, Lu Yuan had already dialed an unfamiliar number. The moment the call connected, his tone was icy, carrying an undeniable killing intent: "Three days later, the Ye family in the capital, young and old, will be wiped out completely. I want the entire capital to know that anyone who dares to touch Lu Yuan's people, anyone who dares to harm a member of the Lu family, will have only one fate—death!"

From the other end of the phone came a respectful reply: "As you command, Lord Lu! Your men are ready. In three days, the Ye family will be wiped off the map of the capital, with no survivors!"

Lu Yuan hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and looked out the window at the night sky again. The killing intent in his eyes grew stronger like a wildfire. With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the night wind outside the window instantly became violent, whipping up clouds of dust, as if foreshadowing the annihilation of the Ye family in the capital three days later.

He wasn't just making threats; he was issuing a death sentence. The Ye family owed him, his mother, and the Lu family—in three days, he would personally collect it all, using the blood of the entire Ye family to appease his mother's spirit and to deter all those petty people who coveted the Lu family and those around him.

A respectful reply came from the other end of the phone. Lu Yuan hung up and looked out at the night sky again, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger. He not only wanted to break the Ye family's sword, but also to overturn the sky over Kunlun Mountain, to avenge his mother, to seek justice for the Lu family, and to protect everyone around him.